Buttermilk sky

Ivory kingdom

Down here I'm lying

And sometimes I wonder

How it just

Suddenly changed

Infant of clouds

Born amidst

Wild growing flowers

Aerial sprout

Raised by the wind

And the water

How it just

Suddenly changed

Orphan of air

Exiled in woven sheets

Protected form

Joy and from sorrow

A whole life of un-affection

Narcotic condition

A sleepwalking robot

Barely stimulated

Almost stimulated

To a point

When protection

Is smothering

Observing through

A plastic veil

Inside this artificial womb

A drip of transpiration

A finger following along

From the outside

An overwhelming light

In the inside

A motherly warmth

Sometimes it is soft

But mostly it's glaring

Beloved unconsciousness

Additive come

Oversensitive atrophy

Regulating intensity

Keeping balance with everything

Easing the pressure

And dimming desire